[centre][color=coral][h1][b]Lavena Ó Faoláin[/b][/h1][/color]
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Location: Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
Interacting with: Juliet [@Vicier], Valen [@December][/centre]

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Frowning slightly as Valen told her to keep her clothes on- and she bet not many guys would say that too often!- Lavena shrugged back into her jacket, with a little bit of difficulty. She was nearly just going to give up and put it back on the child, the water just seemed to want to keep the it, before she finally got it on. She watched the girl worriedly, knowing that the child was the most vulnerable in the water, being so small, and young… Lavena just wanted to get the girl out the water, and to some safety, some warmth. This was when she wished magic was real, so she could just go Poof! And get them all out of there. Of course, if she had magic, she could have just done that instead of using a plane to travel. Musing on that for a moment or two, she shook her head, a dull ache in the back of her skull appearing as she did that. Had she hit her head? She couldn’t remember. Feeling herself starting to shake violently, Lavena let out a small distressed sound, looking to Valen and the girl, watching as he stuffed the girl in his shirt, like a mama kangaroo with a joey in its pouch. 

She found it sweet. 

Treading water, she waited for Valen to be ready, a little fazed,[color=coral] ‘I’m okay, really”[/color] She said in a bit of a monotone tone, but she smiled, floating from side to side as she stayed above the water. She couldn’t feel her fingers, nor her toes, and that biting cold numbness was slowly spreading up her limbs, the cold biting deeply into her bones, and her tongue feeling thick in her mouth as she spoke 

[color=0076a3]"Well, fuck me...,"[/color]

[color=coral]“Maybe later”[/color] she said without thinking, [color=coral]“Kinda hard to do that, right now. What, with a child in ya shirt”[/color] she said in a drifty sort of manner, looking towards the lighthouse, and kicking the water to remain afloat. Her breathing was beginning to slow, as was her heart rate and she recognised the dangers of that. Were her fingers frozen to the handle of her case? She wasn’t sure. Was she even holding the case? She lifted up her hands, seeing that she did still carry it. She blinked, slowly and lethargic. [color=coral]“Maybe I’m not so okay… “[/color]

When Valen delivered his life or death sentence, Lavena blinked a little stupidly after him when he started off, before blinking and realising that she should be following him. Doing so, she began to swim, her limbs feeling heavy, her head filling with fog, the cold seeming to get worse even as they began to move. Would she be able to make it to the lighthouse? She looked up towards the seemingly far away figure, blinking stupidly, trying to figure out how far away it was, but unable to do so. Was that voices, faint and carrying over the water? She recalled the guy that had been shouting out for the kid, wondering if that was him, but found that right then, she didn’t particularly care, all her attention focusing on simply not falling under the surface, knowing that if he did, she probably wouldn’t make her way back, and she’d fall into the darkness, the abyss, never to be seen again. 

How much blood did it take to lure a shark to you? That frightening and horrible thought filled Lavena, and if she had been capable of it, she would have panicked. She was sure there was enough blood in the water to lure sharks to the crash site. Were they going to survive only to be eaten? She thought that she’d rather drawn. Deciding not to say anything to Valen, she kept on swimming, still refusing to let her case go, although it was foolish to keep it. 

[color=coral]”Valen… How much further?”[/color] she asked weakly